Special Holidays
We’re thinking of you this time of year,
Wishing you happiness, joy, and cheer.
May all your days be warm and bright,
And your nights enhanced by holiday light.
Enjoy your delectable holiday foods,
As parties and gifts create holiday moods.
Favorite people play a meaningful part,
While treasured rituals warm your heart.
You are special to us in many ways,
So we wish you Happy Holidays!

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Summer Holiday
When the sun shouts and people abound
One thinks there were the
ages of stone and the age of bronze
And the iron age; iron the unstable metal;
Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother;
the tow-
ered-up cities
Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster.
Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time,
kind rains
will cure them,
Then nothing will remain of the iron age
And all these people but a thigh-bone or so,
a poem
Stuck in the world’s thought, splinters of glass
In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the
mountain…

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Happy Holidays
It’s the end of the year, and we’re thinking of you;
We’re searching for words, for the perfect phrase,
To let you know that you’re special to us,
And to wish you and yours Happy Holidays!

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Holidays
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;–
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;–a fairy tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.

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The Old Year’s gone away
To nothingness and night:
We cannot find him all the day
Nor hear him in the night:
He left no footstep, mark or place
In either shade or sun:
The last year he’s a neighbour’s face,
In this he’s known by none.
All nothing everywhere:
Mists we on mornings see
Have more of substance when they’re here
And more of form than he.
He was a friend by every fire,
In every cot and hall–
A guest to every heart’s desire,
And now he’s nought at all.
Old papers thrown away,
Old garments cast aside,
The talk of yesterday,
Are things identified;
But times once torn away
No voices can recall:
The eve of New Year’s Day
Left the Old Year lost to all.

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The greatest time of the year
Summer holidays
Much freedom and a pint of beer
Summer holidays
Just do what you want
There’s no need to pant
Just have some fun with your friends
Summer holidays
You got even time to watch the ants
Summer holidays
Don’t ever dare to think of school
Summer holidays have no rules
Meet friends, have fun or just chill out
Buy milk, go swim or eat an ice upon a roundabout
You understand what they are like?
Summer holidays are the time of your life!

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Winter’s Playmates
Children are a sight to see
In the winter time.
Fun and games in the snow,
Happiness sublime!
Priceless homemade sleds they tote
Up those treacherous hills;
Just to coast back down again,
Oh! those winter thrills!
Round and round the lake they skate
Blades all sparkling bright;
What fun it is to slip and slide,
Ooh! – feel that icy bite!
Through the air those snowballs fly
Splattering here and there;
Just to be rolled up again
And thrown without a care!
Winter holds fun of a special kind
Touching all in a different way;
But you can bet your boots…for sure;
It’s with children that winter plays!